Chapter 10: The Uneasy Xijiang City

Su Bai's body froze slightly, and he looked towards the door without any movement.

"Dong dong dong..." However, the people outside seemed to be sure that there was someone inside, and they were still knocking on the door.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Su Bai took a deep breath, covered the blood stain with the mop, and walked towards the door.

"Who?" He asked towards the door.

"It's me, Zhao Kongqing." A man's voice came from outside the door.

Hearing this voice, Su Bai's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Kongqing is Zhao Mingshan's elder brother, and also a plainclothes policeman who participated in Zhu Yingying's fight before, and he knows him.

"Brother Zhao, what's the matter?" Su Bai collected his emotions and opened the door after feeling that he would not show anything unusual.

Zhao Kongqing was still wearing the previous leather jacket, standing at the door.

At this time, he looked a little depressed, wondering if it was because of the death of his colleague that affected him.

After the door was opened, Zhao Kongqing frowned slightly when he saw the burning brazier: "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning up. These are the garbage in the store. I plan to burn them at night." Su Bai said calmly.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing looked at the somewhat wet ground and nodded: "Then pay attention to fire safety."

After finishing speaking, he paused, "I came to you this time because I want you to help make two urns."

"Urn?" Su Bai immediately understood when he heard his words.

These two urns are intended for his colleagues.

"What kind of wood do you want?" Su Bai thought for a while and asked.

Hearing his words, Zhao Kongqing frowned, and then said, "Do you have any recommendations?"

"There are South Sea huanghuali, Yinxiaoye red sandalwood, red rosewood, black sandalwood, golden nan..." Su Bai explained the materials he had here, and then said:

"I would recommend red rosewood. This kind of wood is hardwood. Compared with softwood such as Jinsinnan, it has a thicker feel. It is not much different from Nanhai huanghuali and Yinxiaoye rosewood. It is red, more atmospheric, and the price Also cheaper."

"Well, okay, that's it." Zhao Kongqing nodded.

"You write down their names and ages, and choose a pattern, and I will be able to make it in about two or three days." Su Bai walked to the counter, took out a notebook and handed it to Zhao Kongqing.

"By the way, how much is it here?" Zhao Kongqing nodded and asked casually.

"You can give seven hundred." Su Bai replied.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Kongqing chose the pattern on the notebook, and also filled in the name on the notebook.

The price of seven hundred yuan is indeed very reasonable and cheap.

Some factory-processed urns are probably at this price.

Let alone handmade.

Su Bai's handicrafts are also good near this old street.

Afterwards, Zhao Kongqing put down seven hundred yuan: "I will pay the money first, and I will come to you to collect it in three days."

"Okay." Su Bai nodded.

"That's right." At this moment, Zhao Kongqing seemed to remember something, and looked at Su Bai.

His eyes are very sharp, like a falcon, as if he can look straight into people's hearts.

Seeing his eyes, Su Bai's heart beat slightly faster.

At this time, he even felt that he had revealed some flaws just now.

"Recently, Xijiang City is not very peaceful, please pay attention to safety." Zhao Kongqing picked up a pen and paper, and wrote a series of numbers on the notebook: "If there is anything, you can call me."

"Yes, yes." Su Bai nodded, as if he agreed.

Afterwards, Zhao Kongqing left the coffin shop and walked into the darkness.

Not long after, a police car drove out of the darkness and headed into the distance.

Su Bai looked at the police car going away, and a cool breeze blew.

He felt a chill on his back, at this moment, Su Bai realized that at some point, fine cold sweat oozed from his back.

Su Bai found that Zhao Kongqing's aura was no weaker than Zhu Yingying's.

"Is he also a resurrection?" He frowned slightly.

But immediately, Su Bai put this thought behind him, from Zhu Yingying's memory, he could only feel that Zhao Kongqing's skill was very strong, there was nothing unusual about it.

Moreover, how could the resurrected be a policeman?

Shaking his head, Su Bai closed the door, picked up a stick at the side, and pushed away the sawdust in the stainless steel washbasin to make the fire inside burn more vigorously.

But this time he was lucky. Although he met Zhao Kongqing when he was destroying the evidence, he didn't show any flaws.

Otherwise, it's really a big trouble.

"Xijiang City is not peaceful recently." Su Bai put the wooden stick aside, recalled what Zhao Kongqing said just now, and frowned slightly.

He didn't know why, but suddenly remembered what was discussed in class this morning.

The disappearance of girls from Xijiang No. 2 Middle School may not be accidental.

Now in this city, besides Zhu Yingying and the murderer who wanted to kill her, there may be other vicious people.

"Be more careful in the future." Su Bai thought for a while, then put away the money, and picked out a piece of red rosewood wood from the warehouse.

There was nothing to do tonight, so he planned to make the urns of the two policemen.

After picking out the wood, Su Bai measured it with a ruler, and sawed the red rosewood wood into two cuboid shapes with a wood saw.

Then, he sawed the two cuboids, and then took out the grinding machine from the side and began to polish it carefully.

This series of actions seemed very skillful.

Now the Federation is promoting cremation, so Su Bai's coffin shop often receives orders to sell urns, and making urns is no worse than coffins.

By doing this, at three or four o'clock in the morning, everything in the stainless steel was almost burned.

Seeing this, Su Bai stood up and stretched his body.

Suddenly there was a crackling sound from him.

At this time, in his hands, there was already a very beautifully carved urn, and the pictures on it were lifelike.

Su Bai has been taught by his father since he was a child, and his carpentry skills are better than some teachers and fathers.

This is why his father passed away, and he can still receive coffins and urns for business.

Afterwards, Su Bai picked up the stainless steel basin, walked to the faucet, and poured water into the ashes, turning the ashes into a paste.

Then, he went to the street and poured the paste down the sewer.

After Su Bai finished all this, he was still a little worried, so he cleaned the stainless steel washbasin, and used water to clean up the traces on the street.

"Huh..." He exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt satisfied.

Now, all the clues of his rebirth have been cleared up.

But immediately, Su Bai smiled wryly.

What is this? He was killed, and he had to cover up the traces of the crime for the murderer.